Knot Novels & Stories

He looks up at me in surprise, "You think?" "Yeah-my Dad would have said that you've got saltwater running in your veins," I lean forward and show him the next knot, "Next one is called a stopper knot. This one is what you would tie at the end after a bowline if you were securing a lot of weight onto it."

“From moonpetal vine and sea-kelp fiber. It’s alive enough to respond to us, but not alive enough to be… persuaded.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed. “You were planning for this.” Mirra didn’t flinch. “I was planning for complications. That’s what surviving looks like.” Selene took the cord when Mirra offered it. It was cool against her skin, faintly damp, faintly earthy. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, she felt a small pulse—like recognition. “Each knot is a check,” Mirra said. “If you feel doubt, you run your fingers over it and you ask yourself three questions. Out loud if you have to.”

she candidly told him. The next morning Mike took the city bus out to his storage unit. He picked the correct box he wanted first try. In it were eight hemp ropes. He slowly ran his hands over each of them to see if they were as soft and supple as he remembered. Their condition was perfect. He retrieved the knot book that Riko had given him along with a large ball of cotton butcher's string. He put his goodies in his knapsack and locked up. That night he practiced his knots on his full-length body pillow. The knots and placement came back quickly. He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.

until you see the thing they set up. It's a single wire-thin, sharp, almost invisible if you're not looking for it-stretched tightly from one side of the street to the other. They tie it high enough to meet a standing person right at the neck. It doesn't look like much, but that's the point. It's not just any wire; it's steel, sharpened until it's like a blade. Under the sunlight, it has this tiny silver glint, but most times it just blends into the air, waiting.

Alsie POV- “You heard me. The slick your body produces lets us grow and knot up inside you without causing damage. Knotting you is the wolf way of making sure our seed stays inside you. We knot up, release into you, then the knot fills the space to keep our seed from running out. If you, or I try to disengage before my knot has subsided it could cause internal bleeding.” “They don’t teach us all that in sex-ed. Why does it feel so good yet hurt.”

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a

"Walt's guarding it." They got home a little before midnight, tired past the point of speaking, flower petals still caught in the fabric of Adrian's jacket. Julian had one hand on the light switch and the other on his father's tie, and he said, with enormous dignity, "I'd like it noted that I am too happy to take this off." "I'd like it noted that it's a mechanic's knot," Adrian said. "Technically wrong. Never comes undone. Teresa said so." He caught the end of it between two fingers. "There must be a trick."

tropes but this, It was comedy gold. Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me.

She knew this stranger was trying to change the subject to lighten the atmosphere and she was glad he did. “I’m Kimberly.” She had no idea what he meant by mate and didn’t want to seem weird by asking, so she remained quiet. “I better start talking then, cos I know you’ll be eager to learn something about your mom. But I must tell you, I don’t know much about her in person as she was from the white moon pack. I got to know her cos she was mated to my nephew, Hugh.” “What’s that?” “What?” “That word.. mate.” Kimberly finally asked, when she realized that Alan would be using that word more often.